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“Change. Change. Change. Change â€� change. Change. Chaaange. When you say words a lot they don't mean anything. Or maybe they don't mean anything anyway, and we just think they do.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 7: Brief Lives

“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me - such bullshit.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“For all the people who have infected me with amor deliria nervosa in the past
- you know who you are.
For the people who will infect me in the future
- I can't wait to see who you'll be.
And in both cases:
Thank you.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“But what about me? I suffer, but still, I don’t live. I am x in an indeterminate equation. I am a sort of phantom in life who has lost all beginning and end, and who has even forgotten his own name. You are laughing- no, you are not laughing, you are angry again. You are forever angry, all you care about is intelligence, but I repeat again that I would give away all this superstellar life, all the ranks and honours, simply to be transformed into the soul of a merchant’s wife weighing eighteen stone and set candles at God’s shrine”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“Most things, even the greatest moments on earth, have their beginnings in something small. An earthquake that shatters a city might begin with a tremor, a tremble, a breath. Music begins with a vibration.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“I'd rather die on my own terms than live on theirs.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“What's the name of the word for the precise moment when you realize that you've actually forgotten how it felt to make love to somebody you really liked a long time ago?”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 7: Brief Lives

“I, for example, quiet plainly and simply insist upon annihilation for myself. “No,â€� they say, “you must go on living, for without you there would be nothing. If everything on earth were reasonable, nothing would ever happen. Without you there would be no events, and it is necessary that there should be events.â€� Well, and so on I drudge with unwilling heart so that there be events, and bring about unreason by command. People think toute cette comedie is something serious, all there unquestionable intelligence notwithstanding. There lies there tragedy. Well, and they suffer, of course, but â€� al the same they live, they live in reality, not in fantasy; for suffering is also life. Without suffering what pleasure would there be in it? Everything would turn into one single, endless church service: much holy soaring, but rather boring. Well, and I? I suffer, but even so I do not live. I am the “xâ€� in an indeterminate equation. I am one of life’s ghosts, who has lost all the ends and the beginnings, and even at last forgotten what to call myself. You are laughing . . . No, you are not laughing, you are angry again. You are eternally angry, you would like there to be nothing but intelligence, but I will tell you again that I would renounce all this empyrean existence, all these honours and ranks just in order to be able to take fleshy form in the person of a seven-pood merchant’s wife and set up candles to God in church.

‘So, you don’t believe in God either?� Ivan said, smiling with hatred.

‘Well, how can I explain it to you, if you are serious, that is . . . �

‘Does God exist or not?� Ivan barked, again with ferocious insistence.

‘Ah, so you are serious? My dear little dove, I swear to God I do not know, pour vous dire le grand mot.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“Most things, even the greatest moments on earth, have their beginnings in something small.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“Love obeys no laws other than its own.”
― Lauren Oliver, Annabel

“This is one symptom of the deliria no one ever tells you about: Apparently the disease turns you into a world-class liar.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“Every day, streets papered with more and more for .
Reward, reward, reward.
Reward for information.
If you see something, say something.
A paper town, a paper world: paper rustling in the airm whispering to me, hissing out a message of posion and jealousy.
If you know something, do something.
I'm sorry, Lena.”
― Lauren Oliver, Hana

“You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it's taking forever to come. Then it happens and it's over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“Open the doors of your heart and they will comeâ€�
And for every cruel arrow,
Sweet caresses of delirium also
To nourish your soul.”
― Scott Hastie

“Things weren’t always as good as they are now. In school we learned that in the old days, the dark days, people didn’t realize how deadly a disease love was.

For a long time they even viewed it as a good thing, something to be celebrated and pursued. Of course that’s one of the reasons it’s so dangerous: It affects your mind so that you cannot think clearly, or make rational decisions about your own well-being. (That’s symptom number twelve, listed in the amor deliria nervosa section of the twelfth edition of The Safety, Health, and Happiness Handbook, or The Book of Shhh, as we call it.) Instead people back then named other diseases—stress, heart disease, anxiety, depression, hypertension, insomnia, bipolar disorder—never realizing that these were, in fact, only symptoms that in the majority of cases could be traced back to the effects of amor deliria nervosa.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“Soy un mentiroso.
Siempre estuve mintiendo. Ella se merecía un ángel, y yo quería serlo por ella.”
― Lauren Oliver, Alex

“Déjame decirte algo sobre morir: no es tan malo como dicen.
Es traer de vuelta a la vida partes que hieren.”
― Lauren Oliver, Alex

“En mi mente, yo estaba reviviendo toda mi vida de nuevo - lentamente, tomando mi tiempo. Retrasándolo. Porque sabía que, tarde o temprano, llegaría a ella.
Y entonces... Bueno, ya había muerto una vez. No podría sobrevivir a esto, otra vez.”
― Lauren Oliver, Alex

“Amazingly, I can still see the stars: whole galaxies blooming from nothing - pink and purple suns, vast silver oceans, a thousand white moons.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“What's poetry?" I've never heard the word before, but I like the sound of it. It sounds elegant and easy, somehow, like a beautiful woman turning in a long dress.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“Note for a moment do I take you for a truth that is real,' Ivan exclaimed in what even amounted to fury. 'You are a falsehood, you are my illness, you are a ghost. Only I do not know how to destroy you, and perceive that for a certain time I must suffer you. You are a hallucination I am having. You are the embodiment of myself, but only of one side of me ... of my thoughts and emotions, though only those that are most loathsome and stupid. In that regard you might even be of interest to me, if only I had time to throw away on you ...”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“He had entered another imaginative world, one connected to the beginning of his life as a writer, to the Napoleonic world that had been a lifelong metaphor for the power of art, for the empire of his own creation He began to dictate notes for a new novel, "fragments of the book he imagines himself to be writing." As if he were now writing a novel of which his own altered consciousness was the dramatic center, he dictated a vision of himself as Napoleon and his own family as the Imperial Bonapartes....William and Alice he grasped with his regent hand, addressing his 'dear and most esteemed brother and sister.' To them, to whom he had granted countries, he now gave the responsibility of supervising the detailed plans he had created for 'the decoration of certain apartments, here of the Louvre and Tuileries, which you will find addressed in detail to artists and workment who take them in hand.' He was himself the 'imperial eagle.'

Taking down the dictation, Theodora [his secretary] felt it to be almost more than she could bear. 'It is a heart-breaking thing to do, though, there is the extraordinary fact that his mind does retain the power to frame perfectly characteristic sentences.”
― Fred Kaplan, Henry James: The Imagination of Genius, A Biography

“Pero nunca volví sin recordar el fuego â€� la forma en que se comió el cielo, el sonido de una casa, un algo, encogiéndose a nada.
Era por esto que era como el despertar en las criptas. No muerto. Pero sin ella. Como quemándome vivo.”
― Lauren Oliver

“Estaba pensando en Lena. Por supuesto. Siempre estaba pensando en Lena.”
― Lauren Oliver, Alex

“Extiendo la mano y paso un dedo a lo largo de su clavícula, mi lugar favorito: como las siluetas de unas pequeñas alas.”
― Lauren Oliver, Alex

“It's like there's a glass wall between us now, invisible but impenetrable”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“Pero Lena... Mi queridita Lena, con su maraña de pelo negro y sus sonrosadas, rechonchas mejillas. Ella solía rescatar arañas del pavimento para evitar que las aplastaran; callada, pensativa Lena, con el más dulce ceceo para romper tu corazón. Para romper mi corazón: mi salvaje, no curado, errático, incomprensible corazón.”
― Lauren Oliver, Annabel

“I’ve learned to get really good at this—say one thing when I’m thinking about something else, act like I’m listening when I’m not, pretend to be calm and happy when really I’m freaking out. It’s one of the skills you perfect as you get older. You have to learn that people are always listening. [...]
Sometimes I feel as though there are two me’s, one coasting directly on top of the other: the superficial me, who nods when she’s supposed to nod and says what she’s supposed to say, and some other, deeper part, the part that worries and dreams and says “Gray.â€� Most of the time they move along in sync and I hardly notice the split, but sometimes it feels as though I’m two whole different people and I could rip apart at any second.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“Estaré delirando, mi hipotalamo estará sobreestimulado, será el chocolate, que me hace ladrar en francés, ouah ouah.”
― Remate, Suelo Estar